*still with that faint expression of wide-eyed curiosity, takes the photos from you, and looks down at them* *at first, is utterly uncomprehending of what he sees in front of him and then he understands: Ecthelion will not be coming back to see him*
*catches his breath at the picture of Ecthelion's hand on Lucas' hand on Ecthelion's thigh and abruptly shoves them back towards you* *looks as though he might vomit but then his face, already crumpled with disbelief, collapses into something like devastation* *tonelessly* Oh. You did come to laugh at me. *tries to force a smile (he can take a joke too, see?) but it is a useless venture when his thoughts, so sluggish of late, begin to race; he knows Ecthelion and he knows that he would not do this, he would not kiss another man in public, unless he meant it* *does not notice that he is shuddering very slightly or that there are hot tears sliding down his face*